Cashback Page #6

to stay behind after school

and showing me the same

thing under her skirt

as the girls i'd seen

in the magazines with sean.

but the main crush i had was with a girl called tanya green.

when i looked at tanya, i didn't just see her, i felt her.

the white blood cells and

red blood cells work together.

oy!

the next day, tanya caused a

lot of excitement in the class.

tanya had broken her arm

falling from a swing,

and her cast had caused much excitement amongst the other kids at the school.

settle down now,

please, class.

that's enough.

but i saw it

differently.

it was the way

tanya dealt with it.

the way she

scratched an itch.

the way it restricted

her movements.

the increasing amount of graffiti that appeared on it during its six-week life span.

would you like

to sign it?

just here.

thanks.

go away!

stop it!

on the day the cast

finally came off,

tanya's arm

was covered in hair.

go on back to the jungle.

the six weeks without light had caused the hair to grow thick and black.

but while the other kids joked

and called her "monkey, "

it only heightened

my fascination for her.

don't cry.

you don't have to

worry about them.

i think you're beautiful

the way you are.

will you be

my girlfriend?

yes.

there was a place that

i often went to by myself.

it was just

behind the school.

it was close enough to still hear the screams and shouts of the kids playing their games.

but at the same time,

it felt hidden away from them.

i had arranged

to meet tanya there.

whatcha?

you wanna kiss me?

so this was to be

my first kiss.

yeah.

hey! where you going?

i gotta go.

i'll kiss you tomorrow.

- but tomorrow's saturday.

- meet me here at 11:00.

i often came to play around the

school grounds on a saturday.

the familiar building,

so unfamiliar in its quietness.

peaceful, as if time

had frozen still.

it's like the walls

of this room.

it keeps the whole

building standing.

tanya's parents had taken her on a surprise holiday to america.

they set up home there,

and never returned.

it was the first time my heart felt the other meaning of crush.

checkmate.

what's wrong with you? you normally kick my arse at chess.

have you met someone?

well, come on.

give me the juice.

no, it's nothing really. just a girl at work i think is nice.

nice? nice what?

nice rack?

no.

well, yeah,

but nothing like that.

what?

girlfriend material?

she got small hands?

- what's that got to do with anything? - makes your willy look big.

you're such a loser.

so have you asked her out?

- no. someone already beat me to it. - ahh, she got a boyfriend.

no, but one of the guys at work

asked her out. she said "yes. "

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